I loved your dear, perhaps that love has withered
Not fully yet, my soul’s true calm belies;
But let it trouble you no longer, not a slither,
I wish no drop of sadness in your eyes.
I loved in silence and in hopelessness endless,
By feelings jealous, timid – plagued and torn;
My love was so sincere, so tender
That, God permit, another has such love in store…
I Loved You Dear... by Alexander Pushkin
© Copyright: Маленький Принц, 2016
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